In the Northern Hemisphere, each day has less sunlight. Of course, we know it will grow light again after the solstice, but what if we didn’t KNOW that. Would we have hope that it would? Would we pray to whatever superior being was handy? That’s a bit what it is … Read More

Living the way we do in a roving trailer, a community can be hard to come by. Community on the road is a lot different from the small towns I’ve created or used in the Promise Cove and Beck Family Saga series. (If you’ve read Starting for Home, the town … Read More

Living on the road requires going to the laundromat every few weeks. It’s convenient when the facilities are at the RV park, but we are often places where it’s necessary to unearth a laundromat and go there. Laundromats are great equalizers, like the military once was. And it’s a great … Read More

Fiction can be plodding and dull without tension, and that is provided by conflict. In my current WIP, the two main characters come from different worlds, have different belief systems, and different goals. Yet they are attracted to each other and like each other as people. This often occurs in … Read More

When I arrived on the Blackfeet Indian Reservation in northwest Montana to teach junior high in the fall of 1976, I had no idea what I was getting into. Nor did I understand how the next three years would impact my life and perspective. I did learn a lot about … Read More

Our travel trailer journeys have now led us to New Mexico. I haven’t spent much time in the state. My memories are of spending a half day in Albuquerque waiting for repairs on my 1970-something golden yellow Datsun pickup, circling the plaza in Santa Fe, and a tour of Carlsbad … Read More

There is a certain irony in the title of my forthcoming book: Crossroads: A Path Home. Like many, I watched in horror as our Capital Building, the seat of legislature (somewhat dysfunctional legislature lately, it is true), be infiltrated by a mob. It broke my heart. When I was in … Read More

My DH and I seem to have gotten into the habit of “Sunday Drivers.” We both remember them from our childhoods. Sometimes they are short and combined with a hike, sometimes they are simply a drive. The other day we went north from St. George through deep red-orange cliffs, hills, … Read More

As I get ready to launch the latest book in the Rocky Mountain Front series, Coming Home, I am enjoying the peace and quiet of a small town in Utah next to the Wyoming border. As I sit in my office (which doubles as our bed), I can see green … Read More

Yesterday, three young men arrived and rapidly carried all our posessions to a U-Haul truck, left, and just as rapidly unloaded them into a storage unit. It was tough to see it go–our comfy furniture, knickknacks I’ve accumulated from all over the world, boxes of clothes I haven’t worn consistently … Read More